Message In A Bottle

• Lara Mudford, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

A message in a bottle, a bottle, a bottle. A message in a bottle, I dropped into the sea.
A letter in our postbox, our postbox, our postbox. A letter in our postbox that changed my life for good.
My husband sent away, away, away. My husband sent away to sacrifice all he loved.
The day I said goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. The day I said goodbye, holding him so tight.
I was informed that I was pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. I was informed that I was pregnant with our darling child.
Excited for him to return, return, return. Excited for him to return, I thought of only good.
Letters were sent often, often, often. Letters were sent often but then the letters stopped.
The days that I spent crying, crying, crying. The days that I spent crying, asking God why.
And now I walk along the beach, the beach, the beach. And now I walk along the beach, the past a mysterious blur.
Followed by the thunder, the thunder, the thunder. Followed by the thunder that sends me crashing down.
The impotent little baby, baby, baby. The impotent little baby lying, screaming in my arms.
A message in a bottle, a bottle, a bottle. A message in a bottle, sure to reach him dead.
A message in a bottle, a bottle, a bottle. A message in a bottle, floating out to sea.